Tired
I’m getting old, my youth
A stretch too far away
My eyes once bright now tired,
Of people close I crave no more
Their lips eschewing with complaints
For them I’m now too tired.
The world that seemed so fun and stable
Echoes with anxieties and stress
Of it I’m also tired .
Those people who make lots of dough
By doing hedonistic little
Their faces on the tv, brag
I mute them, they also make me tired.
Of those who winge about their lot
Who stay at home and sleep all day
While I go out in sun and rain
To work for life, when I’m so tired.
Of people who make promises
To do and act as they did said
But when the seasons come around
Their memories lost, not to be found
Of them I’m also tired.
Those mornings when I’ve not slept well
To dream of lounging in my bed
That pull, that takes me to the edge
Those legs and back so tired,
Oh youthful boy where have you gone
To rise when dark, in a frozen land
To put on boots on a shaded hill
And ski the slopes of Hutt not tired,
To stand and hitch up winding roads
Be chilled in the back of a pickup truck
To catch that first run down
Like breaking ice on morning glory
In days gone bye yet never tired.
These things my fading eyes reflect
Of what I’ve lost and what I’ve found
The sorrow of poor people crying
Those many things that make me tired.
Yet as I look into your eyes
My girl so by my side
You may be wondering, but what of me
I’ve stuck with you through thick and thin
So while I may be worn and mired
Of you I’m never tired.
